![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
fic: That Old Adage About Mother-In-Laws.
Title: That Old Adage About Mother-In-Laws.
Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Character/pairing: Laurent/Noire, Tharja/Henry, Vaike/Miriel
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2400
Summary: Upon finding out that Laurent could have feelings for Noire, Tharja is determined to test his worthiness through any means necessary. No matter how drastic or how much magic it takes.
Author's note: Tharja's mothering skills (or lack thereof) is a Big Drama in this series. On this matter, canon is constantly contradictory, so contradictory that I personally believe that Tharja is a character who you basically can't really do anything canon-wise without actively ignoring some part. Her history even has two contradictory parts. For example, her Kellam supports says she has a family, while a scene where she first met Robin says she had no family.
So, for this I focused more on her "I will painfully kill you for harming my children" ala the Future Past and her reaction to the kidnappers in Noire's chapter and other various lines, as opposed to those weird Noire supports which contradict like 70% or more of the canon fathers supports. (Like the ones where her magic has no effect on them, or like Henry who likes Tharja's magic-happy ways.) Inspired a bit by this comic. I really like the idea of Tharja focusing her yandere powers on anybody who opposes her family and sometimes going a bit overboard. Mama Bear!Tharja just appeals to me so much.
Also uh, the comedy here is a bit black. Yep.
"You there."
Laurent glanced up from his books. He had just finished the inventory, and now he was off to check the readiness of all the weapons in the army. If anyone, like his father, was so forgetful that they forgot or lost their weapons, losses could be incurred. And Laurent would not let needless deaths happen, even if others found it his persistent checking an annoyance.
"Yes?" Laurent said. "Is something the matter?"
Tharja, Noire's mother, came closer. She was such an imposing, powerful woman. Even simply meeting her gaze took some strength. He could not quite discern if her sour look was simply her usual demeanor, or if she truly had some issue to bring to him.
"You're the one that's been hanging around my daughter constantly. I've seen you there, constantly checking in on her, and watching over her in battle."
Laurent blushed at this. "I...watch over the entire army in order to sous out all weakness to prevent as many deaths as possible. I feel it as important as ensuring no rust has settled upon our weapons, and that no spies or assassins have snuck within our borders."
Tharja's gaze darkened. "She's no weakling. My future self saw to that. An army could attack her and the power would activate and destroy them all."
"Yes, however..."
How could he put into words what he could barely understand himself? The fact that the thought of her being harmed constantly weighed upon him, until he could not stop thinking about it-or her. He could not even sleep until he had ascertained her safety.
Tharja smirked. "You want to learn more about Plegia? I'll teach you one of our customs. In fact, I'll show you it personally, hee hee..."
She walked off without waiting for him.
Though Laurent felt a certain premonition of doom, he followed.
*
One moment he had been simply admiring her tomes and magic kit within the quarters she shared with her husband of the fort they'd camped in, and the next he had been tied to the wall in some utterly fascinating device which made his blood burn with feelings he could not quite adequately explain. The leather was so wonderfully tight against his wrists.
She'd certainly acted quickly.
He blushed at the sudden turn this had taken. As right as the leather felt against me, it was all wrong. The wrong person stared down at him with disdain.
"T-This is..."
Tharja leaned in. Her dark, filmy robes made it look like shadows were rolling in. Her gaze was the making of nightmares.
Tharja opened up her purple tome.
"A truth serum should bring some light to the matters, and show through your lies."
"You think me a traitor? I would never betray Robin. I've seen firsthand what Grima can do to a world," Laurent sputtered.
"For once, this isn't about Robin. It's about Noire."
"Now, there's something you don't hear too often," Henry said cheerfully.
Behind her, Henry came into view. His ever-present smile was slightly unnerving.
Tharja smirked. "Indeed. I'm making an exception here. Now, I'll ask this question again. Why are you hanging around my daughter so much?"
"As I said...the thought of her being harmed fills me with a deep concern. I must check the entire company for any weakness and..." Laurent broke off as she pointed one finger at him.
"For someone so caught up in his books, you sure are stupid," Tharja said. She caressed her tome thoughtfully. "It's obvious you've fallen for her. No wonder. She's my precious daughter. Beautiful and fearsome all in one."
Henry leaned in, smiling bright.
"If you hurt her, I'll hurt you!" Henry said giddily.
Tharja glanced back. Her expression softened slightly at the sight of her husband.
"You wouldn't have a chance. I would have hexed him until boils formed on his flesh. Oooh, I could make his fingers fall off, and then his limbs. Heeeheee...."
"Aww! Your hexes are so beautiful. You'd make the skin rot right off his flesh while he was alive! He'd look like a Risen before the night was through. That's just what would happen to anybody who hurts our baby girl!"
Tharja smirked. "That's one of the more merciful ones."
"Wow, you're in for some real trouble, Noire's boyfriend!"
"I have a name," Laurent said indignantly. "I am Laurent, son of Miriel--"
"Quiet, you," Tharja said. "If you hurt her, I'll strip you of everything, including your name, and turn you into nothing but a servant to my will."
Laurent couldn't help but blush at this. The very thought left him strangely dazed and filled with an unspeakable heat. But it was all wrong. It was Noire that he (so confusingly) wished to hear speak those words.
"Ooh, it's the meeting the parents test! I still remember when Tharja's family did this to me." Henry laughed at the memory.
Tharja began to pace. She opened up her book and skimmed through the pages. "I could make your internal organs shrivel up and wither. You would beg for death and be a blessing."
Laurent gulped. "Really, There must be some misunderstanding. This is most unnecessary an interrogation. I would never allow Noire to come to harm. After all, she is my comrade in arms, and it is my job to protect her--and all others within this army."
She slammed the book closed. "I'll deem what is necessary or not. I've seen you in battle. You have a decent grip on magic, I'll give you that. But Noire is a special girl. The time she came from left her scarred enough, and I will not let someone play with her heart."
"You have entirely the wrong idea," Laurent protested, even as his heart beat faster at the mention of her name. "I would never harm her. She is...my teammate."
"Then you claim you don't have feelings for her, when it is so very obvious? You just wanted to toy with her feelings for fun?" Disgust filled Tharja's voice at this.
Henry held up one finger. "Ooh, be careful, mageboy! Tharja's about ready to let forth some REAL good magic. This will be fun to watch!"
"Not at all! I would never do such a thing to her. Noire's happiness and safety is very dear to me...because she is my teammate..."
"Only a teammate, huh? Then maybe you're so deluded you don't even realize it. You want her happy? Prove it," Tharja said, her voice low and dangerous.
And again, it was all wrong. Laurent drew back from his conflicted emotions and heat.
Behind them, a startled cry rose up. "Mother, What are you doing to Laurent?!"
Just the sound of her voice made his heart clench. "Noire!"
"A little test of truth, that's all," Tharja said. She let out a little wicked chuckle. "I was gentle. He's still breathing, isn't he?"
Henry laughed along. "It's how its done in Plegia, sweetie. Tharja's family made me endure eight hours of questioning. It was quite fun! I thought for sure I'd lose a limb, or two."
His breath caught. The harsh interrogation, the setting, even the straps which bound his wrists--it really was quite hot in here, and oh, it was very inappropriate for meeting the parents, and yet he craved all this--but it was all wrong. He wanted Noire to be subjecting him to such humiliation, with each side in turn coming forth.
Noire let out a cry. "Mother, don't! Laurent would enjoy that too much!"
Henry smiled. "We invited him for dinner! And if he doesn't give better answers, he'll be dinner...for some Risen!"
Noire looked startled, and clutched tight to her bow. "Papa, don't be cruel to Laurent!"
Henry laughed. "Just a bit of Plegian humor, love." He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Had to make sure he would treat our precious baby girl good."
Behind him, even more appeared. The room had gotten quite crowded. Laurent couldn't help but wonder if it was more of Tharja's family, come to torment him.
"Oh, and here's the rest of his family I invited along for the fun," Henry said.
"How fascinating. Is this a rare show of Pelegian culture that you promised? I must study this further Could you perhaps prolong it further for my sake?" Miriel said.
"Gladly," Tharja said.
"Mother, please," Laurent said.
She opened her books and began to take notes. "Most elucidating."
Vaike laughed. "You've gone and found yourself a real ballbuster of a family, son. I wonder if that girl's anything like her mother."
"Oh, father. I must say, I truly do hope so," Laurent said.
Noire clutched her talisman, and a roar of anger rose out of her mouth.
"Blood and thunder! The only one who is allowed to torture this weakling is me! He is my pathetic devoted servant who shall kneel and beg at my feet, and I will not tolerate anyone else touching him!"
Laurent blushed. "Noire...how I've longed to hear those words from you..."
She reached out, and with a roar, pulled each strap apart, even past the In the fury of her other side, the shackles were torn asunder.
Laurent blushed even more. "Excelsor! Your strength is truly an amazing feat! And oh, the force of your anger is so incredible, I long for it to be directed at me."
"You need not wish, for I will gladly rain my fury upon you! How foolish and pathetic, to allow yourself to be captured in the most obvious ploy!"
With all her rage spent, she was once again, fragile. She clutched him tightly, and glared back at her family.
"He's....mine... You can't have him."
"Noire..." Laurent said.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm sure after this, you won't want anything to do with me. Everything is ruined. Just when it was starting to go so well..."
"No," Laurent said tenderly. He gently wiped the tears away with his gloved hands. Misguided as their attempts were, they only wished to ensure your safety. If your culture demands any test, I will do it. Walk across coals, recite any pledge, truth serum or any test of strength and I will manage it. No test is too much for you."
Noire smiled up at him. "Really?"
"...And far be it from displeased. I can only hope this part of your culture comes up every day. In fact, I could make many suggestions for further bindings and deriding..." Laurent said.
Noire blushed bright pink at that. "L-Laurent."
Henry laughed. "Ooh, I like him."
He turned towards Noire's family. "I love all of Noire, and will endure any hell to be with her. Even dinner with her parents. Give me any test of courage and I will fulfill it to prove that my feelings for her are true.Summon of Risen and I will fight them. Whatever it tests it takes to prove my worthiness, I will do it. After all, she is a special girl and I fully understand the need to protect her. I feel the same."
"What do you think, Tharja, my dear? I think he's decent, though he doesn't even know a single curse."
"He can learn," Tharja said.
Henry grinned. "This will be fun! We'll have a wizard family~ Magic over diner~"
Tharja pointed one long, clawed finger at him. "I might even deign to teach you a thing or two, boy. But if you ever even think about stepping out or hurting my precious daughter....then I'll give you a hands-on view to Plegian magic..."
Laurent frowned. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. Besides, there is no finer person than Noire in the entire world. Statisically, the thought of cheating with someone infieror is laughable."
Noire nuzzled against his chest, and looked up adoringly at him.
"Plegian families are quite interesting," Miriel said. She pushed up her glasses. "To think such a brutal test of strength would be part of the engagement itself. How fascinating. I hypothesize that many betrothed would not even survive the ceremony."
Henry laughed. "That's half the fun! In fact, this is nothing! Tharja's family made me go for eight hours of fun. I was looking forward to the day when I could have fun with Noire's fiancee, too!"
Vaike chuckled. "I've seen some scary things in my day, but your mother-in-law is the scariest thing yet."
Tharja smiled. "Thank you."
Vaike ruffled his son's hair. "Lookit you, going and getting yourself a scary dark girlfriend. She's gonna kick your ass to the curb every day, just like your mom does with me."
A scream of rage rose up from Noire. "SCARY?! IF YOU WANT FEAR, I WILL SHOW YOU IT!"
Laurent gazed adoringly at his beloved. "I know, father. I couldn't be happier."
*
Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Character/pairing: Laurent/Noire, Tharja/Henry, Vaike/Miriel
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2400
Summary: Upon finding out that Laurent could have feelings for Noire, Tharja is determined to test his worthiness through any means necessary. No matter how drastic or how much magic it takes.
Author's note: Tharja's mothering skills (or lack thereof) is a Big Drama in this series. On this matter, canon is constantly contradictory, so contradictory that I personally believe that Tharja is a character who you basically can't really do anything canon-wise without actively ignoring some part. Her history even has two contradictory parts. For example, her Kellam supports says she has a family, while a scene where she first met Robin says she had no family.
So, for this I focused more on her "I will painfully kill you for harming my children" ala the Future Past and her reaction to the kidnappers in Noire's chapter and other various lines, as opposed to those weird Noire supports which contradict like 70% or more of the canon fathers supports. (Like the ones where her magic has no effect on them, or like Henry who likes Tharja's magic-happy ways.) Inspired a bit by this comic. I really like the idea of Tharja focusing her yandere powers on anybody who opposes her family and sometimes going a bit overboard. Mama Bear!Tharja just appeals to me so much.
Also uh, the comedy here is a bit black. Yep.
"You there."
Laurent glanced up from his books. He had just finished the inventory, and now he was off to check the readiness of all the weapons in the army. If anyone, like his father, was so forgetful that they forgot or lost their weapons, losses could be incurred. And Laurent would not let needless deaths happen, even if others found it his persistent checking an annoyance.
"Yes?" Laurent said. "Is something the matter?"
Tharja, Noire's mother, came closer. She was such an imposing, powerful woman. Even simply meeting her gaze took some strength. He could not quite discern if her sour look was simply her usual demeanor, or if she truly had some issue to bring to him.
"You're the one that's been hanging around my daughter constantly. I've seen you there, constantly checking in on her, and watching over her in battle."
Laurent blushed at this. "I...watch over the entire army in order to sous out all weakness to prevent as many deaths as possible. I feel it as important as ensuring no rust has settled upon our weapons, and that no spies or assassins have snuck within our borders."
Tharja's gaze darkened. "She's no weakling. My future self saw to that. An army could attack her and the power would activate and destroy them all."
"Yes, however..."
How could he put into words what he could barely understand himself? The fact that the thought of her being harmed constantly weighed upon him, until he could not stop thinking about it-or her. He could not even sleep until he had ascertained her safety.
Tharja smirked. "You want to learn more about Plegia? I'll teach you one of our customs. In fact, I'll show you it personally, hee hee..."
She walked off without waiting for him.
Though Laurent felt a certain premonition of doom, he followed.
*
One moment he had been simply admiring her tomes and magic kit within the quarters she shared with her husband of the fort they'd camped in, and the next he had been tied to the wall in some utterly fascinating device which made his blood burn with feelings he could not quite adequately explain. The leather was so wonderfully tight against his wrists.
She'd certainly acted quickly.
He blushed at the sudden turn this had taken. As right as the leather felt against me, it was all wrong. The wrong person stared down at him with disdain.
"T-This is..."
Tharja leaned in. Her dark, filmy robes made it look like shadows were rolling in. Her gaze was the making of nightmares.
Tharja opened up her purple tome.
"A truth serum should bring some light to the matters, and show through your lies."
"You think me a traitor? I would never betray Robin. I've seen firsthand what Grima can do to a world," Laurent sputtered.
"For once, this isn't about Robin. It's about Noire."
"Now, there's something you don't hear too often," Henry said cheerfully.
Behind her, Henry came into view. His ever-present smile was slightly unnerving.
Tharja smirked. "Indeed. I'm making an exception here. Now, I'll ask this question again. Why are you hanging around my daughter so much?"
"As I said...the thought of her being harmed fills me with a deep concern. I must check the entire company for any weakness and..." Laurent broke off as she pointed one finger at him.
"For someone so caught up in his books, you sure are stupid," Tharja said. She caressed her tome thoughtfully. "It's obvious you've fallen for her. No wonder. She's my precious daughter. Beautiful and fearsome all in one."
Henry leaned in, smiling bright.
"If you hurt her, I'll hurt you!" Henry said giddily.
Tharja glanced back. Her expression softened slightly at the sight of her husband.
"You wouldn't have a chance. I would have hexed him until boils formed on his flesh. Oooh, I could make his fingers fall off, and then his limbs. Heeeheee...."
"Aww! Your hexes are so beautiful. You'd make the skin rot right off his flesh while he was alive! He'd look like a Risen before the night was through. That's just what would happen to anybody who hurts our baby girl!"
Tharja smirked. "That's one of the more merciful ones."
"Wow, you're in for some real trouble, Noire's boyfriend!"
"I have a name," Laurent said indignantly. "I am Laurent, son of Miriel--"
"Quiet, you," Tharja said. "If you hurt her, I'll strip you of everything, including your name, and turn you into nothing but a servant to my will."
Laurent couldn't help but blush at this. The very thought left him strangely dazed and filled with an unspeakable heat. But it was all wrong. It was Noire that he (so confusingly) wished to hear speak those words.
"Ooh, it's the meeting the parents test! I still remember when Tharja's family did this to me." Henry laughed at the memory.
Tharja began to pace. She opened up her book and skimmed through the pages. "I could make your internal organs shrivel up and wither. You would beg for death and be a blessing."
Laurent gulped. "Really, There must be some misunderstanding. This is most unnecessary an interrogation. I would never allow Noire to come to harm. After all, she is my comrade in arms, and it is my job to protect her--and all others within this army."
She slammed the book closed. "I'll deem what is necessary or not. I've seen you in battle. You have a decent grip on magic, I'll give you that. But Noire is a special girl. The time she came from left her scarred enough, and I will not let someone play with her heart."
"You have entirely the wrong idea," Laurent protested, even as his heart beat faster at the mention of her name. "I would never harm her. She is...my teammate."
"Then you claim you don't have feelings for her, when it is so very obvious? You just wanted to toy with her feelings for fun?" Disgust filled Tharja's voice at this.
Henry held up one finger. "Ooh, be careful, mageboy! Tharja's about ready to let forth some REAL good magic. This will be fun to watch!"
"Not at all! I would never do such a thing to her. Noire's happiness and safety is very dear to me...because she is my teammate..."
"Only a teammate, huh? Then maybe you're so deluded you don't even realize it. You want her happy? Prove it," Tharja said, her voice low and dangerous.
And again, it was all wrong. Laurent drew back from his conflicted emotions and heat.
Behind them, a startled cry rose up. "Mother, What are you doing to Laurent?!"
Just the sound of her voice made his heart clench. "Noire!"
"A little test of truth, that's all," Tharja said. She let out a little wicked chuckle. "I was gentle. He's still breathing, isn't he?"
Henry laughed along. "It's how its done in Plegia, sweetie. Tharja's family made me endure eight hours of questioning. It was quite fun! I thought for sure I'd lose a limb, or two."
His breath caught. The harsh interrogation, the setting, even the straps which bound his wrists--it really was quite hot in here, and oh, it was very inappropriate for meeting the parents, and yet he craved all this--but it was all wrong. He wanted Noire to be subjecting him to such humiliation, with each side in turn coming forth.
Noire let out a cry. "Mother, don't! Laurent would enjoy that too much!"
Henry smiled. "We invited him for dinner! And if he doesn't give better answers, he'll be dinner...for some Risen!"
Noire looked startled, and clutched tight to her bow. "Papa, don't be cruel to Laurent!"
Henry laughed. "Just a bit of Plegian humor, love." He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Had to make sure he would treat our precious baby girl good."
Behind him, even more appeared. The room had gotten quite crowded. Laurent couldn't help but wonder if it was more of Tharja's family, come to torment him.
"Oh, and here's the rest of his family I invited along for the fun," Henry said.
"How fascinating. Is this a rare show of Pelegian culture that you promised? I must study this further Could you perhaps prolong it further for my sake?" Miriel said.
"Gladly," Tharja said.
"Mother, please," Laurent said.
She opened her books and began to take notes. "Most elucidating."
Vaike laughed. "You've gone and found yourself a real ballbuster of a family, son. I wonder if that girl's anything like her mother."
"Oh, father. I must say, I truly do hope so," Laurent said.
Noire clutched her talisman, and a roar of anger rose out of her mouth.
"Blood and thunder! The only one who is allowed to torture this weakling is me! He is my pathetic devoted servant who shall kneel and beg at my feet, and I will not tolerate anyone else touching him!"
Laurent blushed. "Noire...how I've longed to hear those words from you..."
She reached out, and with a roar, pulled each strap apart, even past the In the fury of her other side, the shackles were torn asunder.
Laurent blushed even more. "Excelsor! Your strength is truly an amazing feat! And oh, the force of your anger is so incredible, I long for it to be directed at me."
"You need not wish, for I will gladly rain my fury upon you! How foolish and pathetic, to allow yourself to be captured in the most obvious ploy!"
With all her rage spent, she was once again, fragile. She clutched him tightly, and glared back at her family.
"He's....mine... You can't have him."
"Noire..." Laurent said.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm sure after this, you won't want anything to do with me. Everything is ruined. Just when it was starting to go so well..."
"No," Laurent said tenderly. He gently wiped the tears away with his gloved hands. Misguided as their attempts were, they only wished to ensure your safety. If your culture demands any test, I will do it. Walk across coals, recite any pledge, truth serum or any test of strength and I will manage it. No test is too much for you."
Noire smiled up at him. "Really?"
"...And far be it from displeased. I can only hope this part of your culture comes up every day. In fact, I could make many suggestions for further bindings and deriding..." Laurent said.
Noire blushed bright pink at that. "L-Laurent."
Henry laughed. "Ooh, I like him."
He turned towards Noire's family. "I love all of Noire, and will endure any hell to be with her. Even dinner with her parents. Give me any test of courage and I will fulfill it to prove that my feelings for her are true.Summon of Risen and I will fight them. Whatever it tests it takes to prove my worthiness, I will do it. After all, she is a special girl and I fully understand the need to protect her. I feel the same."
"What do you think, Tharja, my dear? I think he's decent, though he doesn't even know a single curse."
"He can learn," Tharja said.
Henry grinned. "This will be fun! We'll have a wizard family~ Magic over diner~"
Tharja pointed one long, clawed finger at him. "I might even deign to teach you a thing or two, boy. But if you ever even think about stepping out or hurting my precious daughter....then I'll give you a hands-on view to Plegian magic..."
Laurent frowned. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. Besides, there is no finer person than Noire in the entire world. Statisically, the thought of cheating with someone infieror is laughable."
Noire nuzzled against his chest, and looked up adoringly at him.
"Plegian families are quite interesting," Miriel said. She pushed up her glasses. "To think such a brutal test of strength would be part of the engagement itself. How fascinating. I hypothesize that many betrothed would not even survive the ceremony."
Henry laughed. "That's half the fun! In fact, this is nothing! Tharja's family made me go for eight hours of fun. I was looking forward to the day when I could have fun with Noire's fiancee, too!"
Vaike chuckled. "I've seen some scary things in my day, but your mother-in-law is the scariest thing yet."
Tharja smiled. "Thank you."
Vaike ruffled his son's hair. "Lookit you, going and getting yourself a scary dark girlfriend. She's gonna kick your ass to the curb every day, just like your mom does with me."
A scream of rage rose up from Noire. "SCARY?! IF YOU WANT FEAR, I WILL SHOW YOU IT!"
Laurent gazed adoringly at his beloved. "I know, father. I couldn't be happier."
*